As a Titled Douluo famed throughout the land for his poison, Dugu Bo considered himself more adept than most experts of the same rank at concealing his aura and hiding his tracks. Yet a mere youngster had seen through him so easily. He could not help wondering where he had given himself away.
Yang Ming responded calmly.
"Actually, it's very simple. Although Senior Dugu controlled your Soul Power fluctuations, spiritual fluctuations, blood vitality, aura, sound, and everything else extremely well, there is one thing you did poorly."
Hearing Yang Ming say that there was something he had done poorly, Dugu Bo's interest was piqued.
"Oh?"
"What is it?"
Yang Ming caught the heavy fishy stench on Dugu Bo's body, as though he had been steeped in poison for ages. He took out an incense candle, lit it, and said mildly,
"Senior, you have not integrated well with heaven and earth. Or rather, the toxins raging out of control within you are so potent that you can no longer blend with nature."
"During the six minutes you stood outside the window observing me, I never sensed the life auras of birds or insects again."
"It was like a black blot appearing in the middle of an otherwise colorful landscape painting."
"Senior, you are utterly out of place with the world outside. You stand out far too much!"
Hearing Yang Ming say that his toxins were out of control, Dugu Bo said coldly,
"I am seventy-eight years old. On Douluo Continent, among poison-attribute Soul Masters, no one has ever been stronger than me. If I wanted to kill you, I would not even need to lift a finger. I could poison you to death directly. And you dare question my ability to control poison?"
Hearing Dugu Bo's self-aggrandizement, Yang Ming smiled.
"Senior